Grace Abraveses Whore ❤️

About Funchal

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, I’m sittin’ here, twiddlin’ knobs as a radio-electronic installer—wires, circuits, the lot—and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘cos why not? Whore’s a word, innit? Gets thrown ‘round like cheap mead at a feast. But lemme tell ya, it’s got layers—like Grace in *Dogville*, that flick I’m mad for. Lars von Trier, 2003, fuckin’ genius, right? “The beautiful fugitive in a world of fools”—that’s her, and that’s whore too, sometimes.

Apps do Linguee

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud music. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Rua do Comércio. This guy is playing the accordion like he’s in a movie. I’m talking full-on dramatic vibes. I can’t help but smile. I toss him a couple of coins. He winks at me. I’m like, “Dude, you just made my day!”